A Handprint on My Heart

It has been three long weeks since the 'melting' of the wicked witch of the west. Night has fallen and Glinda was staring blankly out her window, just blankly. She still believed that Dorothy really did melt Elphaba. Jus the thought of never seeing her best friend again made her cry hysterically. Glinda moved away from the window, tears were now blinding her. The once bubbly blonde ran right into her bed post, hugging it tight while she kept sobbing. Glinda couldn't take this too much longer. It HAS been three long weeks. But, Glinda barely left her bedroom, nor has she spoken to anyone in the palace as she once did. After a few moments of nothing but sobs, Glinda curled up on her bed, wet with tears, began thinking about what life would be like if Elphaba was still alive, and everyone knew her to be good, not wicked.

Meanwhile, in the outskirts of the emerald city, Elphaba Thropp was trying to find a way to sneak into Glinda's castle without getting caught. After a few minutes, she found a tunnel leading into the cellars of the castle. Glinda had once told her about this tunnel before. Elphaba smiled softly and walked through the tunnel, soon to find herself two floors beneath Glinda's bedroom. Now this was the tricky part; getting past the guards. She sat on a crate and thought about how she'd get to Glinda without anyone seeing her green skin or her, period. She then had an idea. She will run to Glinda when the guards are switching for their next duty. When that time finally came, the green girl ran up the two flights of stairs and smiled when she came upon the large, pink doors. "How typical." She chuckled softly and went inside…